Chapter 1595
Invitation
Zhang Yuan finally met Miss Lian's half-sister, with whom he wasn't very close.
This person's looks and figure... are not as good as that person's.
The previous one was at least petite and delicate; upon closer inspection, her skin and overall demeanor were fine.
This one is different.
He had brown, permed hair, and was smoking when we first met. He was also holding a full glass of red wine.
Zhang Yuan was all too familiar with the way he smoked, drank, and got his hair permed.
"Wow, finally a big star has arrived!" Ms. Ying said in Mandarin with a slight accent.
Yang Tianbao, who was leading Zhang Yuanlai, froze with a smile.
What do you mean, "Finally, a big star has arrived"... Aren't I a star?
I am still the birthday person today.
They showed absolutely no respect.
She has no face in front of others.
"I'm not a celebrity, I'm just here to make friends with everyone," Zhang Yuan said politely before greeting everyone in turn.
They are all descendants of artists and businessmen from Hong Kong.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
The people Yang Tianbao knew were certainly not high-level elites or outstanding individuals.
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and, based on his first impression alone, concluded that he was almost certainly a spendthrift.
The defining characteristic of a spendthrift is that their abilities do not match the resources they have.
Therefore, these people's words and actions are not very appropriate.
"Can you do a somersault for us?"
A woman with hair dyed like a pheasant said to him while hiccuping.
When people are speechless, they really don't want to talk.
What made him even more speechless was that several other people nearby were egging him on, urging him to do it.
Zhang Yuan wasn't angry; he just looked down on him even more.
If you knew me or checked my background, you wouldn't dare talk to me like that.
The degree to which one controls information is also evidence of one's social status.
Not even knowing this much information, they're just self-righteous outcasts.
Because he had seen many second and third generation members of large families who were being groomed as successors, and they were all confident but cautious in their actions and spoke appropriately and reservedly.
"I won't."
"Movies are all special effects, it's all fake," he casually brushed it off.
I just didn't expect things to get even worse.
"Your pectoral muscles are so firm, let me touch them." Another person immediately reached out and touched them.
They're treating me like a male stripper.
He quickly twisted his body to avoid it, and the other person missed.
“I see your glasses are all empty.”
"I'll go get you some more," he said, making an excuse to leave.
His highly sensitive hearing allowed him to hear several girls laughing and talking in Cantonese behind him as he left.
"His butt is so perky."
"You look like you can hold your liquor really well, hahaha."
"I think we should all go at him together and see how long he can last."
Zhang Yuan: ...
He suddenly understood how those female celebrities felt when they were harassed by greasy, middle-aged, nouveau riche men at the dinner table.
I feel so nauseous and helpless.
"None of you are allowed to take him from me, he's mine!"
Finally, Ms. Ying gave a concluding speech, interrupting the sleazy ramblings of the rest of the scoundrels.
Zhang Yuan was already thinking about leaving.
But his goal had not yet been achieved. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
I thought I'd hide behind the bar for a while and avoid being teased as much as possible.
But if you stay away from perverts, perverts will come to you.
Miss Ying walked towards him with a wine glass in her hand.
He was swaying unsteadily; it was obvious he had drunk a lot.
What kind of alcohol are you bringing?
What flavor do you like to drink?
"I'm fine with anything," Zhang Yuan replied dismissively.
At the same time, I took the opportunity to observe this person more closely in person.
Bloodshot eyes and yellowed fingertips indicate a heavy smoker.
His face was a little swollen, which meant he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and not just today.
Her figure management is mediocre, and her walking posture has not been rigorously trained, unlike that of a well-bred lady.
His posture was also poor; his neck was tilted forward, and his shoulders were hunched.
His overall mental state was not very good.
"Do you want a smoke?" The other person offered a cigarette.
It's not a branded product; judging from the wrinkled exterior, it must have been rolled by myself.
"I rolled it, it smells really good!" The other person smiled and gestured in front of their chest.
This indicates that it was rolled up on his chest.
Zhang Yuan politely declined with a smile.
Be cautious when receiving alcohol or cigarettes from strangers at unfamiliar banquets.
Besides, you did this yourself, so adding "ingredients" is too convenient.
It was rubbed on my chest...
I remember cigars being rubbed on the legs of Cuban girls.
But the last person who rubbed something on his chest was named Li Xiuyuan, also known as Ji Gong.
The thing he was making was called "Stretch Leg and Stare Eye Pill," a big mud ball.
How do I know if you took a shower before you started smoking?
From a hygiene perspective, I can't smoke either.
Moreover...
He made another excuse and went to the restroom.
I took a picture of my face in the mirror.
This girl's approach is completely different from the previous one, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
She has absolutely no airs of a young lady, and seems too lazy to even pretend.
To his surprise, the other party blocked his way at the bathroom door.
The bathroom was located in a secluded corner of the living room, away from the main gathering area, during a gathering in the mansion.
The advantage of such gatherings in private residences is their high degree of privacy.
Furthermore, if someone takes a liking to you on the spot, there are bedrooms all around, so you can go in, lock the door, and have a direct conversation.
So some parties that started out perfectly normal can turn into rabies parties over time.
This is especially common in North America, particularly at university parties. If a girl drinks a few too many drinks, she might wake up naked on the lawn the next day.
"You need to use the restroom too?" Zhang Yuan knew perfectly well that he didn't.
"I'll wait for you."
"I can't find you anywhere, and we can't chat alone."
"You don't smoke the cigarettes I roll, and you don't talk to me."
"Don't you like me?" she asked, her eyes blinking slightly unfocused.
"Yes..." Zhang Yuan thought to himself, but he couldn't say it out loud.
Are you embarrassed?
“There’s no one else here, you can relax a bit.” As he spoke, he raised his arm and put it on the man’s shoulder, then leaned back.
Zhang Yuan quickly raised his hands.
I didn't touch you, you can't try to blackmail me!
But the other party was not just trying to extort him.
"You're so handsome! Do lots of girls like you?"
"Tell me about it."
“I also have many fans. Why don’t we go to the room and talk?”
"Use adult communication methods."
"I guarantee you'll fly to the sky."
After saying that, he lifted his chin and kissed her.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan understood how Tao Hong felt when she met Zhang Tielin back then.
He gritted his teeth and refused to give in.
You forced a kiss on me, and even stuck your tongue out...
Don't make me take off, let me let you take off first!
Snapped!
With a choke to the neck, the man's body went limp on the spot.
He slid down, and he quickly reached out to support his waist, carrying him to the living room.
"Someone come and help her, she seems drunk."
Pretend the other person is drunk and push the matter away first.
He now wants to find a bottle of vodka to rinse his mouth and disinfect it.
"Quickly lay it on its side."
"Could she be...?"
"Should we call an ambulance?"
The girl's "best friends" were immediately thrown into a panic.
Zhang Yuan shook his head after seeing this.
Are you really that panicked because you're drunk?
Not so much.
But these people's first reaction was that she was not drunk.
The reason for this group's reaction is that Zhang Yuan was particularly disgusted with this girl, and his attitude towards her was even worse than that of Miss Lian before.
First, he guessed the other party's purpose in sending Yang Tianbao to find him.
It must be that her mother, Sister Liang, saw the news about her and Miss Lian abroad.
After all, the French already know, so there's no reason why they shouldn't.
Here is a simple life hack.
What should you do if you go to the market and don't know how to choose the produce or distinguish between good and bad vegetables and fruits?
The simplest way is to take it from someone else's plastic bag.
They snatched the best ones that others had chosen.
After seeing the news and checking her own information, Ms. Liang was able to confirm that she was indeed the high-quality fruit in someone else's plastic bag.
So she sent her own daughter to do something similar to Miss Lian. The difference, however, lies in who carried it out.
Miss Lian is healthy, beautiful, and a top student.
This Miss Ying is far from it.
She was a well-known "rebellious" girl in the entire family.
Calling someone rebellious is an understatement.
He's the typical good-for-nothing rich kid who's so bad at talking and behaving that he's a disgrace to his family.
Because of his poor academic performance, lack of ability, and poor intelligence, he was sent abroad for "further studies" when he was a teenager.
As a result, even with family connections, he couldn't get into Oxford and had to return to Hong Kong to study at university.
As for this person's private life... it's not as good as their academic performance.
She is a notorious woman in Hong Kong's social circle known for her chaotic lifestyle. When she was abroad, she would attend parties all the time and change boyfriends every week.
And he's bisexual...
Her behavior is a typical example of using rebellious behavior to retaliate against her parents out of dissatisfaction.
After returning to Hong Kong to study, he got together with a rich second-generation girl named Lin Le'er.
This is a woman.
The two were madly in love, and this girl even insisted on changing her name for Miss Lin.
Their family names are all arranged in a series of characters, and publicly changing their names is clearly a way of confronting their family.
The key point is that this Lin Le'er is the biological daughter of Lin Jianyue, the boss of Media Asia.
Zhang Yuanxin said that Lin Jianyue and I see each other all the time, and sometimes when we've had too much to drink, we even talk about being buddies.
If I get together with this girl, what should I call Lin Jianyue when I see her in the future?
My goodness, this is too complicated. I can only call you brother and you can call me god-nephew-in-law. We can each address each other separately.
And being bisexual isn't this girl's biggest problem!
There are also heavyweights.
It happened at the beginning of the year, in January.
This girl was photographed on the streets of Causeway Bay, Hong Kong. She was dressed casually and stood on the side of the street with a blank look in her eyes.
His hair was disheveled, and he could barely stand; he would fall down after taking a few steps.
Hong Kong tabloid reporters reacted quickly, and soon someone went to interview them.
When faced with reporters' questions, he could only smile awkwardly and couldn't even finish his sentence.
He was drooling and his nose was running.
He was still vomiting on the street, looking completely lost.
It took a long time before my friend picked me up.
She later explained that she had taken diet pills and then fever reducers, which caused her to lose her senses.
Don't you know exactly what you ate?
Her reaction was typical of someone who was "high" and lost their focus.
Therefore, Zhang Yuan would never smoke the cigarettes she offered.
Because of this, when her friends saw her unconscious, they shouted that they should call an ambulance and said they should lay her on her side.
It seems these people are all "experts".
If a person who is high lies flat, they may choke to death on their own vomit.
This also shows what kind of person she is; those who know her well understand.
Why would her mother send someone like that?
It's not that I look down on Zhang Yuan, but that I think he's only good enough for this kind of guy.
Of course, the best thing for a mother is to pass this off to a successful man, so that they can not only form a powerful alliance but also keep an eye on this unfortunate child.
It was also out of necessity.
In Shu, there were no great generals, so Liao Hua was made the vanguard.
Sister Liang has only two daughters.
Apart from this one, the remaining one is only 14 years old.
It's the one that everyone's saying is Nina Li Chi's child.
Because they look alike.
We can't exactly send a middle school girl.
The younger daughter is both beautiful and virtuous, not only tall but also possessing a retro Hong Kong beauty charm.
To enhance their youngest daughter's education, the family sent her to MIT for a double bachelor's degree and also arranged for her to pursue a master's degree at Tsinghua University.
However, this master's degree is not a regular full-time master's degree; it is a master's program at the Schwarzman College, which only requires one year of study.
This guy's older brother, the one who married the supermodel, also goes around promoting his education and high intelligence; it's the same old routine.
If the eldest daughter weren't truly beyond help, she would also have taken this publicity route.
Would I really want this kind of product?
Someone who can't even pass a urine test kissed me...
Although he disliked it, he did not leave without saying goodbye.
After more than an hour... he went a little lighter.
When the other person woke up, he went up to greet them with concern.
"You suddenly fainted, it startled me." Zhang Yuan feigned panic followed by a sigh of relief.
"Really? I fainted again?" The man touched his neck, feeling a little pain.
"I'm glad you're alright. I'll pour you some hot tea so you can calm down."
Zhang Yuan personally brewed her some black tea and brought it to her.
"Thank you, you're so thoughtful." She took a sip and then giggled.
"It's all as it should be. Although we've just met, we're friends."
"It's getting late, and you're not feeling well, you should get some rest."
"By the way, there's an event coming up in a while, I don't know if you'd be interested."
"I have an invitation letter, can I send it to you in a few days?"
"What activity?" the person asked, still confused.
“A fashion event, the kind with a runway show,” Zhang Yuan replied gently.
His purpose in coming today was actually to deliver invitations.
After doing this, he said goodbye to everyone and prepared to leave.
"You and her?" As he was leaving, Yang Tianbao leaned closer and gestured furtively with his hands.
"What's it to you?"
"I was just asking." The girl gave an awkward smile.
If Zhang Yuan and this person can get together, then I will be the matchmaker!
The benefits are huge.
According to the old custom in Shanghai, the matchmaker gets to eat eighteen pork hocks.
If it were Zhang Yuan's net worth, Miss Yang thought it would cost at least eighteen gold bars.
"Um... fashion event, can I go?" the girl asked again.
She understood that an event that Zhang Yuan personally mentioned and invited that person to must be no small event.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yuan nodded.
"Okay, I'll get you an invitation."
Occasionally, the "female investigators" should also be given some small perks.
After leaving, Zhang Yuan went straight back to the capital.
"Hey, it's been a long time."
"I'll have to wait for you for several hours."
Upon arriving at Harper's Bazaar's office, Editor-in-Chief Su Mang warmly greeted him from 100 meters away.
A fawning smile graced his face.
He is no longer the arrogant person he was when he attended the Bazaar Charity Night, ordering around artists everywhere.
Because he was a popular celebrity at the time, the other party needed him to appear in the publication.
But at that time, they each got what they needed, and Zhang Yuan even needed her more.
Because he needed exposure and needed her power to help him do things.
But things are different now.
I don't need you, but you need me!
These fashion magazines' main source of revenue is brand advertising sponsorship.
Meanwhile, Kering bought him a full-page cover ad, along with about ten pages of interviews in their internal publication.
And Kaiyun is going to hold a fashion gala, the one he invited Miss Ying to.
As a partner, he has a certain degree of decision-making power over who can and cannot go.
How could the editor-in-chief of Soochow University miss such an opportunity to gain exposure and build connections on the spot?
You used to call me Zhang Yuan, and I didn't mind.
What should you call me now?
"Mr. Zhang, you must be very busy lately?" Editor-in-Chief Su pulled him by the arm and led him to the front of the photography studio.
"What are you doing? The power line is in the middle of the road. What if someone trips over it and our big star falls?" She turned and yelled at the staff.
Then she turned back, speaking softly with a smile on her face.
Have you eaten yet?
"You've become more and more handsome lately, you must look great on camera."
The face-changing speed is extremely fast, and it is incredibly natural and smooth.
"I've eaten, but I didn't dare eat too much, since I have to work."
"Oh, I remember now." Zhang Yuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Do you still have the Bulgari ruby necklace I gave you a few years ago?"
"Of course." Su Mang felt happy just thinking about the necklace; it was worth over a million yuan and was her most expensive piece of jewelry.
"Yes, valuables should be kept safe."
"Like my home, we have a special collection room specifically for storing valuable jewelry."
"You're so much more sophisticated," the man complimented.
Zhang Yuan felt that this woman clearly hadn't understood what he meant.
So he could only put his hands behind his back and sing Da Zhangwei's song.
It's that song, "Wash Wash Wash"...
"Please... bring me back what you took."
"Give back what you ate of mine."
"Make up for what you owe me."
"Hand over what you stole from me..."
Su Mang: ...
Now I understand. (End of Chapter)